Watch Your Hat and Coat. Not Responsable for Lost Property-- The Mgt.

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 19:56:06 GMT

Opinions on this? I'm not sure, but I think this is the intro to something else.

"I loved you once, you know," she said, blowing a ring of smoke into my face, just a hint of lipstick clinging to the clove cigarette. Just a hint of lipstick from the perfect lips which once kissed mine, gently touched my neck before turning out the lights.
Her stilletto heels clicked in a perfect staccato rhythm as she picked up her valise and headed for the door. She stopped for a moment to pick up her pistol.
I watched her go, then turned back to look at my empty body, and the growing pool of blood on the oriental rug where her gun had given me a kiss goodbye.

Sun, 05 Dec 2004 22:12:13 GMT

So, does the story have a happy ending, or do I kill Lance to make a greater point? And if I kill him, do I kill Jonathan, too?
We all know that at that point, if Lance actually did end up dying, Jonathan would end up just shooting himself, so I'd really have to do away with him.

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 19:53:11 GMT

I had a dream that would make an interesting story last night, but it's not something I feel up to tackling on my own. If any of you little Erisians feel up to a short story ever, we could try it...
It was a re-telling of the Trojan war based on the idea that Paris wasn't *really* accepting Aphrodite's offer. He was doing what Eris talked to him about, in her visit after all the other Goddesses left. He was acting as her hand in the matter, and doing the only ethical thing he could think of.

Fri, 12 Nov 2004 07:43:42 GMT

So, next time we're all in town....
Bulwer-Lytton night, anyone?

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Thu, 28 Oct 2004 22:52:53 GMT

So, cast and company...
I seem to have hit writer's block.
You recall Ophelia I'm sure Jaron (apologies to others who haven't read material; i'll post as soon as i can)
I've taken her to a concert and through a goblin market, where she's met many interesting people. She officially has one friend (whom she doesn't know is a changeling, but given that she's an artist/herbalistm student...) As well, she's made contact with some interesting characters who could be brought into play again later. She's also acquired some rose starts, which I think will come into play. I believe we decided Rose was a good real name for her, and in keeping with the theme of the story she'd have a way with roses.
She still doesn't know what she is, though she's in a creative Rennaissance-- she's at the point of giving up much sleep in favor of doing ludicrous ammounts of creative activities. She's been having odd dreams (including one of Arimandeus) typically filled with poems and music she can't entirely remember upon waking.
It's time to get back to the main conflict with Arimandeus, whatever that may be, and get her discovering what she herself is. I'm not sure how to go about the latter. It shouldn't be put off until the very end, but rather be a developing thing throughtout. As for the former, I'm not sure who's got Arimandeus, just that he and Ophelia/Rose will find themselves on opposite sides. I doubt he's there willingly, as she has brought out some of the good in him. She needs to find a way to save him, and in doing so redeem him.
Thoughts or ideas?

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 01:54:27 GMT

What things would one find for sale in a goblin/faerie market, and what prices would be asked of them? Keep in mind that said market is a holiday crafts and antiques market officially, but many of the vendors there know how to tell if someone's looking for that little something a bit more unusual...
My main character also has to get through the entire thing in at least partial oblivion. She's already managed to buy a couple things while only thinking it highly odd (Two varieties of herbal tea and a finely woven silver spiderweb)
And Jaron, for my main character's lover boy, you said Arimandeus for a name, right?

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 18:17:53 GMT

So, Jaron... you know that bit I was working on with the young lady who's lover dissappears the night she meets him? I've had ample time to work on it while travelling, and should have something for you to edit when I get back...
Otherwise, Does Arimanteus sound like an appropriate name for him? (The loverboy) It did to me for some reason; does it sound as if it fits.
Right now I'm working on a scene where she's in an autumn craft and antiques market, and is getting approached by all manner of odd people who know her for what she is... however, as she still doesn't know herself for what she is, the conversations are intersting. (No, i'm not having them be blatantly obvious, just odd) Any suggestions on how to do that scene?
Sorry to anyone else for doing something you're not familiar with yet; i'll try to get what I have typed and ready for editing when I get back to Portland.

Tue, 05 Oct 2004 00:16:06 GMT

I've hit a stopping point on my writing for a few things...
Anyone happen to know a celtic folk ballad about losing a lover? It would be preferable if it were well-known enough to be recongnizeable to some people, however that's not particularly necessary.
I also need something stunning (eveningwear) for Cordelia to make her entrance in. I'm thinking blue, purple, or dark red.
Apologies for the partial cross-post.

Tue, 28 Sep 2004 19:30:48 GMT

Oh, one area in which Cordelia is incomplete... she needs more toys to play with. She's suppossed to be one of the most dangerous people in the storyline. She needs more nifty equiptment to play with...
One thing I gave her was an item of jewelry/toy I created years ago for a spy genre story in highschool. The story sucked, the equiptment didn't.
And do remind me to tell you how, in the story, the drunken man that tries to force her attentions dies. She's quite the beautifully vicious character.

Tue, 28 Sep 2004 19:26:49 GMT

So, I've now officially gone deep into the psychology of Cordelia, even basing the bits I couldn't get from myself on that of Italian courtesans. It seemed appropriate for her character... she's have a similar background to a courtesan shoved into being such at a young age by an older relation.
The question is, who else should I go deeply into the psychology of, and how deeply? What about her best friend? Her late boyfriend? Ideas?
Also, i'm wondering what finally brings the matriarch of the whole mass down. I'm thinking a skeleton in the closet, probably the death of Cordelia's late bf and child. What I want to know is, should the skeleton in the closet be a literal skeleton, and how to go about tackling that one?
Cordelia is officially detailed and complex as all hell. I love her. She'd make a hell of an abyssal. At some point, it would be fun to play her as such...

A fun and morbid little piece that came to me in a dream

Mon, 20 Sep 2004 19:34:09 GMT

I've reproduced it and edited it slightly. This is based on a dream I had, which I adapted to the fantasy setting I've suddenly found myself working on...

"In the days when the Technate was new, there lived the premier explorer named Bakoun, whose ship was taken by a great squall. Bakoun fought bravely against the storm, at the cost of many men, but in the end the fierce winds overpowered his vessel. Bakoun's ship was blown far from home, and both ship and Bakoun were dashed against the rocks of a foreign land.

"The scouts of Lord Hajramayana found the shipwreck, and Bakoun lying wounded among the timbers. He was taken to Hajramayana's lordship and cared for by the preistesses of Ipsha, who was then a caring and love-filled goddess, whose mantle of light warmed all who saw her and whose voice calmed all who heard her speak. They cared for him until he was well and taught him the ways of the lordship of Hajramayana, to speak and read and write. But though he learned these things, he was less apt to pick up the manners and customs of the time, and let his curiosity get the better of him. Thus it was that Bakoun, a curious sort, found his way into the inner sanctum of Ipsha, where she lay dwelling with her sister-consort Kamyi. Enchanted with the young man, it was not long before she took him as her lover and then her husband-to-be. Before the year was out, Ipsha was with child, and both were pleased, for the children of men and gods were famed throughout all the lands for their prowess and strength.

Ipsha heard tales of the great Technate and it's wonders from Bakoun, and it was not long before she began to doubt her people, who suddenly seemed so backward in comparison. She soon began to worry whether she could adequately mother the child of a Technate man, and her doubts shook her to the very core, so that she doubted her own flesh. She became convinced that her flesh was weak, and thus began her madness. She cut a piece of her own flesh and prepared it exquisitely, consuming her own to determine the fitness of her body. She found herself to be poor fare, and despaired in her heart.

Though Ipsha of course healed her wounds each night, Bakoun slowly grew suspicious of her behavior, and became convinced that Ipsha was quite mad. He sent a message home to the Council of Technocrats, informing them of the people he had discovered, declaring them backward and the patriots of a mad goddess. Thus it was that a great fleet was assembled, and plans for war began to brew.

Ipsha continued her practice of self-cannibalism for the many months until the child was born. At the moment of Birth Ipsha cried out in anguish. The sound of her wailing drove mad her maidservants, her midwife and Bakoun himself, none of whom had ever heard a sound so horrible. Bakoun leapt from the tower window, unable to bear his fear."

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I have NO idea how to end it. Ipsha is supposed to be something like the Greek concept of Eris, albeit less focused on chaos and more on madness.

Wed, 15 Sep 2004 16:58:18 GMT

I finally found Rendrid's voice today on the bus. I stopped by the University and immediately jotted it down...

“That’s the problem, Salim—you’re too easily led. All I have to do is plant the meme and you go running off in predictable little ways. You always do what I expect. Just about everyone is like that; do you realize it? Most of you are too short-sighted to see past your own eyes. It terrifies me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the ones running the goddamned planet.”

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 21:36:37 GMT

As a color/side thing can you see there being a big, hardbound book she finds hidden somewhere? I'm thinking something with "The Book of Mischief" scrawled across the cover. It would have been added to by every trouble maker to live through the house or just pass through on good terms-- and I'm sure it would have plenty by Angel.
I'm guessing most of it would be recipes, or interesting little things that help one cause mischief (like instructions for how to get a letter untraceably through the mail, ideas, etc)
It could be there for color, or it could be there as a plot device (something she stumbles on there could be useful in saving Geoffrey, for example)
What do you think? Good, or no?

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 20:22:58 GMT

So, here's a thought; I'm not that good at writing mystery-type stuff, and with that story i've been working on, we've gotten in such a position that Leda is going to have to go about tracking down Geoffrey. She's going to have to do a good deal of investigation, probably right before All Hallow's Eve.
What would the best way to handle this be?

Happy Burt-day

Thu, 05 Aug 2004 20:49:12 GMT

Hey Brendan...just FYI, Burt is getting home around 5:00 and we've planned a surprise party for him when he arrives. Cat and Michael will be here...we'll try to make sure there are several ways you get this message. Just head over here when you can (take the South-bound 9 to 39th and Powell, and you ought to be able to find it from there). Hope to see you tonight!

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 15:13:40 GMT

On a semi-related note... I'm trying to brainstorm what could be done with the Elves and the Shoemaker. In the same morbid vein as the re-telling of Snow White I've been working on.
I mean, really... they're little tiny things creeping into your house at night.
Thoughts?

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 04:52:39 GMT

Well, what can I really say but... fnord?